Molly flattened the blueprint against the dashboard of their beat-up sedan. “Right, the primary ingress is via the bouncy castle. It’s loud, chaotic, and provides excellent cover.” Bill squinted at the diagram. “You want me to crawl through a bouncy castle? Molly, my back’s not what it was. I have a voucher for a chiropractor.” “Use the voucher after the heist, Bill. The presents are stacked by the ‘Princess Castle’,” she pointed a sharp fingernail. “While you’re in the castle, I’ll create a diversion.” “What kind of diversion?” Molly gave him a sly grin. “I’m going to challenge the birthday girl to a dance-off. I’ve been practicing the Floss.” Bill sighed, a long, weary sound. “Fine. But if I pull a muscle, I’m taking my share of the Lego sets as pain and suffering.”